With my objective complete, my pal Willis radios in with some exfiltration plans. He wants me to sail through a mile-long chasm with my windsuit. Oh, OK, no big deal. With a running leap, I set off for salvation. Thing is, I have to be on my toes. Er, wings. As I swim through the sky, enemies fire RPGs at my face from atop a few rope bridges on the horizon.
I pivot to the side, nosedive a bit, and level out to avoid another cliffside faceplant. Close one. A few seconds later, the landing site is visible. Only one problem: A helicopter is flying straight at me. By the time I see it, it's too late--I'm too close to dodge it altogether. So I take a risk and attempt the impossible: nosedive through its spinning blades. Obviously this plan was doomed from the start. I'm sliced repeatedly, until I'm within an inch of my life--but because this is a video game, I'm still alive. The helicopter continues along its route, I pull my parachute cord, land, and inject myself with a Video Game Cure-All. Victory.